“That’s no stone,” Sangfugol said disbelievingly. “That’s a mountain!” A great hill rose from the valley floor before them. Unlike its low, rounded neighbors, Sesuad’ra thrust up from the meadows like the head of a buried giant, bearded with trees, crowned with angular stones that stood along the ridgeline. Beyond the spiky stones some shimmering whiteness lay along the hill’s very peak. An immense, upward-straining slab of weathered rock and clinging brush, Sesuad’ra loomed some five hundred cubits above the river. The uneven sunlight washed across the hill in wavering bands, so that the
